I just wanted to know; Does someone here know games called Fallout, Fallout 2, and Fallout Tactics? The game is about wastelands in USA after the nuclear warfare. Alot of different forces are fighting in the bloodstained sands of fallout. Raiders, Super Mutants, Human organisations, etc... The game is real great once you get into it. So for everyone who knows Fallout! POST HERE!

BTW The pics that I attached are just fan art, not ingame screenshots or anything. The game itself is an RPG.

So, is anyone getting fallout 3 tomorrow? I haven't seen any other threads relating to it.

I only want it because it's being created by the same team as Elder Scrolls; Oblivion. So this game has to be something special.

I'm looking forward to it!

What is everyone's thoughts on it? I like the sound of an open world FPS mixed with an RPG, it sounds like it could become a good combination. Farcry mixed with Oblivion sound about right...? But with a Cityscape rather then countryside.

So, is anyone getting fallout 3 tomorrow? I haven't seen any other threads relating to it.

I only want it because it's being created by the same team as Elder Scrolls; Oblivion. So this game has to be something special.

I'm looking forward to it!

What is everyone's thoughts on it? I like the sound of an open world FPS mixed with an RPG, it sounds like it could become a good combination. Farcry mixed with Oblivion sound about right...? But with a Cityscape rather then countryside.

My brothers getting it, see what he thinks and then I'll play it, I'd choose it over Gears Of War 2 any day thou.

So let me get this straingt; You say the game is shit, but you say the soncept is killer? WTF? Make up your mind. Anyways, the game ain't that popular, but it's still pretty cool.

Sorry I know this was posted 3 years ago but I have to correct this moron, he said it was the shit not it is shit.

This post has been edited by Quim Boy: Oct 30 2008, 04:11 PM

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QUOTE (Stoic Person Eater @ Oct 13 2008, 01:50 PM)

Everyone got it right. You're fucking retarded and you'll be lucky to live to 18. If you do, you'll probably spend the majority of your adulthood bouncing in and out of correction facilities all over Florida getting raped by the African Nation.

QUOTE (angeal 18 @ Nov 9 2008, 01:07 AM)

Well I'm probably getting banned so I guess there's one last thing to do, Masturbate to Santa Claus and Osama Bin Laden porn...

yea, as soon as i beat saints row 2 i am getting this... it's actually already out here in the states...

i am not a huge fan of RPG's but, from the sound of this one, it's not a huge battle battle battle to level up kinda game... i mean you have to battle to level up but, you don't have to spend extra hours just leveling up... they say if ya stick to the story, you'll have a maxed out character well before you reach the end, which is what interests me the most...

that's the biggest thing i hate about RPG's... you have to spend countless hours leveling up if ya want the goodies ... this game seems to reward you for exploring just as much as battling... plus, the story sounds awesome and i can't wait to see the post nuclear wasteland, and honestly, it sounds like this game has numerous ways to be played... it just sounds all around like a fun game...

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QUOTE (Massacre @ Mar 15 2011, 01:24 AM)

Oh, good one. The "you're on the internet so you must have no life" insult isn't moronic or unoriginal at all. You must, without a doubt, be a very important member of society, not at all a waste of the already barely valuable gift of life.

As is the case for everyone who takes issue with people who make them sad on the internet, you are one of two kinds of people:

You are exactly what you claim I am, and that is a lonely, pathetic basement dweller. You life is spent eating eight pounds of junk food per day, masturbating to anything you find online that's even remotely feminine, and wishing you had good looks and social skills. You continue to live with your mother until she dies of a combination of lung cancer and liver failure brought on by the chain-smoking and heavy drinking she used to cope with what a failure you are. Your mother mercifully dead and free of the living embodiment of failure she regretfully thrust from her loins, the bills start to pile up and you, unemployed and unable to pay these bills (of course), lose the house and everything in it. Somehow even more of a failure than you already were, you wander from place to place eating out of dumpsters and sleeping in your own filth until you finally die of AIDS, which you contracted from a diseased whore you scrounged up enough money to pay for, so you could finally lose your virginity while at the same time pretending that your mother was back in your life.

Or:

You are the type who was an athlete in high school, who was genetically doomed to be an idiot but managed to finish school and even get a college scholarship because you were so good at a worthless children's game. You went off to college with a suitcase full of polo shirts and condoms, the polo shirts, because you're a douche, and the condoms to prevent you from impregnating the dim-witted young college girls whom you could never touch without the aid of Rohypnol, a drug you refer to as "roofies" because you can neither spell or pronounce Rohypnol. You scrape by with borderline D's for the next four years, and leave the campus to go out into the real world where your realize you're not intelligent or talented enough to do anything of value with your life. Misery and minimum wage ensues for thirty years, then you blow your brains out, and your corpse, alone and forgotten, is not discovered until the smell of rotting flesh seeps under your door and your bodily fluids finally soak through the floor of your studio apartment and into the room below you. Your body is cremated, the ashes scraped into a garbage bin because there was no one in your life who valued you enough to pay for a casket, funeral, or burial plot.

You're undoubtedly one of the two, otherwise you would have better things to do than complain about the theme of a forum that doesn't care about anything you have to say.

I'll defo be getting this some time next year, probably when I'm bored of GoW 2 and CoD: WaW.

This post has been edited by Quim Boy: Oct 30 2008, 04:34 PM

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QUOTE (Stoic Person Eater @ Oct 13 2008, 01:50 PM)

Everyone got it right. You're fucking retarded and you'll be lucky to live to 18. If you do, you'll probably spend the majority of your adulthood bouncing in and out of correction facilities all over Florida getting raped by the African Nation.

QUOTE (angeal 18 @ Nov 9 2008, 01:07 AM)

Well I'm probably getting banned so I guess there's one last thing to do, Masturbate to Santa Claus and Osama Bin Laden porn...

Its getting amazing reviews. Only one this turning we away from the game is its shitty animations.

i've been reading amazing reviews all day too... it sounds way too good to pass up on...

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QUOTE (Massacre @ Mar 15 2011, 01:24 AM)

Oh, good one. The "you're on the internet so you must have no life" insult isn't moronic or unoriginal at all. You must, without a doubt, be a very important member of society, not at all a waste of the already barely valuable gift of life.

As is the case for everyone who takes issue with people who make them sad on the internet, you are one of two kinds of people:

You are exactly what you claim I am, and that is a lonely, pathetic basement dweller. You life is spent eating eight pounds of junk food per day, masturbating to anything you find online that's even remotely feminine, and wishing you had good looks and social skills. You continue to live with your mother until she dies of a combination of lung cancer and liver failure brought on by the chain-smoking and heavy drinking she used to cope with what a failure you are. Your mother mercifully dead and free of the living embodiment of failure she regretfully thrust from her loins, the bills start to pile up and you, unemployed and unable to pay these bills (of course), lose the house and everything in it. Somehow even more of a failure than you already were, you wander from place to place eating out of dumpsters and sleeping in your own filth until you finally die of AIDS, which you contracted from a diseased whore you scrounged up enough money to pay for, so you could finally lose your virginity while at the same time pretending that your mother was back in your life.

Or:

You are the type who was an athlete in high school, who was genetically doomed to be an idiot but managed to finish school and even get a college scholarship because you were so good at a worthless children's game. You went off to college with a suitcase full of polo shirts and condoms, the polo shirts, because you're a douche, and the condoms to prevent you from impregnating the dim-witted young college girls whom you could never touch without the aid of Rohypnol, a drug you refer to as "roofies" because you can neither spell or pronounce Rohypnol. You scrape by with borderline D's for the next four years, and leave the campus to go out into the real world where your realize you're not intelligent or talented enough to do anything of value with your life. Misery and minimum wage ensues for thirty years, then you blow your brains out, and your corpse, alone and forgotten, is not discovered until the smell of rotting flesh seeps under your door and your bodily fluids finally soak through the floor of your studio apartment and into the room below you. Your body is cremated, the ashes scraped into a garbage bin because there was no one in your life who valued you enough to pay for a casket, funeral, or burial plot.

You're undoubtedly one of the two, otherwise you would have better things to do than complain about the theme of a forum that doesn't care about anything you have to say.

Well i'm picking up my copy later today. I'll post a small review soon, tell you how good/bad i think it is.

yes... do tell ...

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QUOTE (Massacre @ Mar 15 2011, 01:24 AM)

Oh, good one. The "you're on the internet so you must have no life" insult isn't moronic or unoriginal at all. You must, without a doubt, be a very important member of society, not at all a waste of the already barely valuable gift of life.

As is the case for everyone who takes issue with people who make them sad on the internet, you are one of two kinds of people:

You are exactly what you claim I am, and that is a lonely, pathetic basement dweller. You life is spent eating eight pounds of junk food per day, masturbating to anything you find online that's even remotely feminine, and wishing you had good looks and social skills. You continue to live with your mother until she dies of a combination of lung cancer and liver failure brought on by the chain-smoking and heavy drinking she used to cope with what a failure you are. Your mother mercifully dead and free of the living embodiment of failure she regretfully thrust from her loins, the bills start to pile up and you, unemployed and unable to pay these bills (of course), lose the house and everything in it. Somehow even more of a failure than you already were, you wander from place to place eating out of dumpsters and sleeping in your own filth until you finally die of AIDS, which you contracted from a diseased whore you scrounged up enough money to pay for, so you could finally lose your virginity while at the same time pretending that your mother was back in your life.

Or:

You are the type who was an athlete in high school, who was genetically doomed to be an idiot but managed to finish school and even get a college scholarship because you were so good at a worthless children's game. You went off to college with a suitcase full of polo shirts and condoms, the polo shirts, because you're a douche, and the condoms to prevent you from impregnating the dim-witted young college girls whom you could never touch without the aid of Rohypnol, a drug you refer to as "roofies" because you can neither spell or pronounce Rohypnol. You scrape by with borderline D's for the next four years, and leave the campus to go out into the real world where your realize you're not intelligent or talented enough to do anything of value with your life. Misery and minimum wage ensues for thirty years, then you blow your brains out, and your corpse, alone and forgotten, is not discovered until the smell of rotting flesh seeps under your door and your bodily fluids finally soak through the floor of your studio apartment and into the room below you. Your body is cremated, the ashes scraped into a garbage bin because there was no one in your life who valued you enough to pay for a casket, funeral, or burial plot.

You're undoubtedly one of the two, otherwise you would have better things to do than complain about the theme of a forum that doesn't care about anything you have to say.

Well i'm picking up my copy later today. I'll post a small review soon, tell you how good/bad i think it is.

yes... do tell ...

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QUOTE (Stoic Person Eater @ Oct 13 2008, 01:50 PM)

Everyone got it right. You're fucking retarded and you'll be lucky to live to 18. If you do, you'll probably spend the majority of your adulthood bouncing in and out of correction facilities all over Florida getting raped by the African Nation.

QUOTE (angeal 18 @ Nov 9 2008, 01:07 AM)

Well I'm probably getting banned so I guess there's one last thing to do, Masturbate to Santa Claus and Osama Bin Laden porn...

But as i play more i find more and more interesting things, like side quests and hidden areas. I'm currently only Level 5, and i've playe for about 7 hours. I've only done two main quest so far as it can take prett long to get from point A to B.

So overall i think it is alot like oblivion but set in 1940's washington DC,. The scale of the world map is rather large,, and instead of caves and temples you got met stations and vaults to explore.

If you loved Oblivion then you'll enjoy this, just don't expect a traditional fantasy setting, because this one is full of baron waste lands and nuclear struck city scapes.

i'm interested in the "consequences" that occur with your decisions in the game... kill the local doctor and the town no longer has a doctor... i mean, most of the decisions you make, plays an important role in how the game plays out... which means, MULTIPLE PLAY THRUS and multiple endings!! i bet each game you play feels different than the last...

was it pretty epic the first time you stepped out of vault 101? i heard that you spend a good hour or two inside the vault at the beginning, only building the suspense for the wasteland outside...

it doesn't really sound like a true RPG to me... which i am not a big fan of but, i have enjoyed a few RPG games in the past but, i could see myself really getting into this one...

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QUOTE (Massacre @ Mar 15 2011, 01:24 AM)

Oh, good one. The "you're on the internet so you must have no life" insult isn't moronic or unoriginal at all. You must, without a doubt, be a very important member of society, not at all a waste of the already barely valuable gift of life.

As is the case for everyone who takes issue with people who make them sad on the internet, you are one of two kinds of people:

You are exactly what you claim I am, and that is a lonely, pathetic basement dweller. You life is spent eating eight pounds of junk food per day, masturbating to anything you find online that's even remotely feminine, and wishing you had good looks and social skills. You continue to live with your mother until she dies of a combination of lung cancer and liver failure brought on by the chain-smoking and heavy drinking she used to cope with what a failure you are. Your mother mercifully dead and free of the living embodiment of failure she regretfully thrust from her loins, the bills start to pile up and you, unemployed and unable to pay these bills (of course), lose the house and everything in it. Somehow even more of a failure than you already were, you wander from place to place eating out of dumpsters and sleeping in your own filth until you finally die of AIDS, which you contracted from a diseased whore you scrounged up enough money to pay for, so you could finally lose your virginity while at the same time pretending that your mother was back in your life.

Or:

You are the type who was an athlete in high school, who was genetically doomed to be an idiot but managed to finish school and even get a college scholarship because you were so good at a worthless children's game. You went off to college with a suitcase full of polo shirts and condoms, the polo shirts, because you're a douche, and the condoms to prevent you from impregnating the dim-witted young college girls whom you could never touch without the aid of Rohypnol, a drug you refer to as "roofies" because you can neither spell or pronounce Rohypnol. You scrape by with borderline D's for the next four years, and leave the campus to go out into the real world where your realize you're not intelligent or talented enough to do anything of value with your life. Misery and minimum wage ensues for thirty years, then you blow your brains out, and your corpse, alone and forgotten, is not discovered until the smell of rotting flesh seeps under your door and your bodily fluids finally soak through the floor of your studio apartment and into the room below you. Your body is cremated, the ashes scraped into a garbage bin because there was no one in your life who valued you enough to pay for a casket, funeral, or burial plot.

You're undoubtedly one of the two, otherwise you would have better things to do than complain about the theme of a forum that doesn't care about anything you have to say.

i'm interested in the "consequences" that occur with your decisions in the game... kill the local doctor and the town no longer has a doctor... i mean, most of the decisions you make, plays an important role in how the game plays out... which means, MULTIPLE PLAY THRUS and multiple endings!! i bet each game you play feels different than the last...

So far i have had a few chances to do some things like that, but was afraid that the consequences at the time would go against me, so i left them alive. I have stole and pick-pocketed many people, which has lost me 'karma' (not sure how this effects me yet). I've had many choices to kill or save certain people in missions also. So i'd say Yes, there is many decisions, but so far, i don't see if the consequences have had a huge overall effect.

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was it pretty epic the first time you stepped out of vault 101? i heard that you spend a good hour or two inside the vault at the beginning, only building the suspense for the wasteland outside...

YES! I was getting bored of the dark underground vault which felt slightly claustrophobic after a while. The moment you leave and see the scale of the open landscape, it sort of reminds you of oblivion, but still gives you that vulnerable "what shall i do now" feeling.

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it doesn't really sound like a true RPG to me... which i am not a big fan of but, i have enjoyed a few RPG games in the past but, i could see myself really getting into this one...

Yeah, it has the basic RPG element's like stat building and leveling, then you have the new body shooting system which basicly gives you more xp if you get critical hits. Apart from those elements, it feels like a large sandbox FPS.

Also Looting is pretty much the same as Oblivion, you kill someone/thing and then you can loot the guns/ammo/outfit/special items from their body. I like this, because the outfits and weapons are always a great thing to personalize your character a bit more as the "create your character" at the beginning is pretty basic, and no matter how much you tinker with the settings the face always looks pretty much the same.

Also Looting is pretty much the same as Oblivion, you kill someone/thing and then you can loot the guns/ammo/outfit/special items from their body. I like this, because the outfits and weapons are always a great thing to personalize your character a bit more as the "create your character" at the beginning is pretty basic, and no matter how much you tinker with the settings the face always looks pretty much the same.

that's pretty cool! you can basically take what supplies you need from a fallen victim... i am sure finding food or water on a person is the sole reason why you'd want to search 'em as i hear non-contaminated food and water are pretty scarce out in the wasteland... but, collecting better clothes and weapons from dead guys makes it worth killing a certain person that your not sure will effect the story... if he's wearing some badass armor, i'm gonna have to kill 'em ...

buying this today tho... might not play it today because, i still have a few more missions left in saints row 2 to beat but, i am getting my hands on it so maybe tonight, if i beat SR2, i'll have to play this...

either way, i'll be playing this game this week... yippee!! ...

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QUOTE (Massacre @ Mar 15 2011, 01:24 AM)

Oh, good one. The "you're on the internet so you must have no life" insult isn't moronic or unoriginal at all. You must, without a doubt, be a very important member of society, not at all a waste of the already barely valuable gift of life.

As is the case for everyone who takes issue with people who make them sad on the internet, you are one of two kinds of people:

You are exactly what you claim I am, and that is a lonely, pathetic basement dweller. You life is spent eating eight pounds of junk food per day, masturbating to anything you find online that's even remotely feminine, and wishing you had good looks and social skills. You continue to live with your mother until she dies of a combination of lung cancer and liver failure brought on by the chain-smoking and heavy drinking she used to cope with what a failure you are. Your mother mercifully dead and free of the living embodiment of failure she regretfully thrust from her loins, the bills start to pile up and you, unemployed and unable to pay these bills (of course), lose the house and everything in it. Somehow even more of a failure than you already were, you wander from place to place eating out of dumpsters and sleeping in your own filth until you finally die of AIDS, which you contracted from a diseased whore you scrounged up enough money to pay for, so you could finally lose your virginity while at the same time pretending that your mother was back in your life.

Or:

You are the type who was an athlete in high school, who was genetically doomed to be an idiot but managed to finish school and even get a college scholarship because you were so good at a worthless children's game. You went off to college with a suitcase full of polo shirts and condoms, the polo shirts, because you're a douche, and the condoms to prevent you from impregnating the dim-witted young college girls whom you could never touch without the aid of Rohypnol, a drug you refer to as "roofies" because you can neither spell or pronounce Rohypnol. You scrape by with borderline D's for the next four years, and leave the campus to go out into the real world where your realize you're not intelligent or talented enough to do anything of value with your life. Misery and minimum wage ensues for thirty years, then you blow your brains out, and your corpse, alone and forgotten, is not discovered until the smell of rotting flesh seeps under your door and your bodily fluids finally soak through the floor of your studio apartment and into the room below you. Your body is cremated, the ashes scraped into a garbage bin because there was no one in your life who valued you enough to pay for a casket, funeral, or burial plot.

You're undoubtedly one of the two, otherwise you would have better things to do than complain about the theme of a forum that doesn't care about anything you have to say.